Few days ago, I came home from the Big Smoke and, from the end of the street, I could see my house!
Couldn't work out what was wrong.
Turned out that Broin, our friendly local tree lopper, had been around to give my stand of elderberries a haircut.
More like a #1 balding!
The wagtails and the fantails are all gone.
Christ knows where their nests are.
And my decrepit bank account is $400 the worse.
